The Mist Between Her And Forever

\\Chapter One\\

"You sure you don't want to take the nearest plane and run back with your tail beneath your legs, honey?"

I close my eyes and grit my teeth together trying to control the thoughts. I won't let this demon win today. At least til I reach my destination. I'm sure of that.

"We'll see, honey." He menaces maliciously shaming me for my known cowardliness.

Once we reach my so-called home, the driver takes care of my suitcases while I unlock the main door. The darkness as usual greets me as if welcoming back her long lost friend with open arms. The first thing I recognize is the living room. The one I used to sit in all alone when I was in high school. Still as vast and uncomfortable as I remember it. The couches still look petite with respect to the room and it's clear that more furniture should be placed here. The television lays in the corner with a thick layer of dust covering it, and the white painted walls make this room look even bigger. It lacks the cozy vibe and the warmth that comes with it, making me hate it even more than before. The welcoming feeling of loneliness hugs me tightly missing his companion that took her time in returning. I head upstairs and walk through the corridor that looks the exact same. Long and empty.

A vision flashes in my mind against my control, and two girls appear running in the corridor laughing and giggling while their mommy and daddy are hot on their trails. They all seem joyful and gleesome. I can't help but walk towards them, but as soon as I move my fingers to touch them, they all vanished leaving only the echoes of their laughter behind. My extended hand freezes midway when everything disappears causing me to retreat my arm back.

It is an illusion and my mind is believing it. How pathetic. I walk towards my old room and open the door carefully. The moonlight penetrating from my window is the only source enlightening it. Nothing has changed. Still my old, cosy room. The thick dust layers covering my desk and books are clear proof that no one has entered this room for the last five years.

I trail my fingers across the antique old wooden desk as I remember all the nights I spent writing my infamous books on it. Stories of strangers that seemed so familiar, so friendly and understanding. My gaze then settles on my diary. I open it slowly smiling at the happy memories I wrote in it. I have always insisted on writing cheerful events in this diary, a way to search for a salvation from my torture, escaping to a world built with laughter and joy lasting only in few words. As I am about to close it, a paper falls from it on the floor. I kneel to pick it up and it turns out to be a photo. My chest aches and my demon growls with the excitement of tasting my agony.

They were all standing beside me with Elena giving me one of her famous bone crushing hugs as I was sulking over my melting ice cream, and Alec was clutching his stomach from laughing hard at my dirty blue face, while he who was standing to my left was smirking at me, trying to free me from her hard grip. I grab the photo, shaking at the sudden emotions that rock my body, and chuck it quickly in my diary without giving it a second glance. Then I slide into my comfy bed to fall into a deep torturous slumber exhausted from the tricks my thoughts are always trying to play on me.

The next day I wake up in silence. I make myself a cup of coffee and drink it slowly while reading a newspaper. Same old boring news. Gossip about people that a regular person has a very low percentage of meeting. Paparazzi fiddling into their personal lives just to capture the headlines and gain money. Seeking popularity from messing with others. Flipping through the pages monotonously, a picture of a certain man in his fifties stops me from turning ahead.

Coldness.

Still the same wintery look in his intimidating eyes. Even in a picture, he is still able to send a phlegmatic breeze down my spine, forcing me to shiver in my place. He holds a big resemblance to my demon, always challenging, always controlling with only a simple stare.

"Afraid, are we, darling?"

He's pulling my strings again, grilling me to submit to the truth as I struggle to hold my place. I can do this.

"Prove me wrong, then. Show me you can."

I push myself off the chair and reach for my keys. I can sense my hand shaking uncontrollably but I don't glance at it, afraid that I might back away right there. So I carry myself towards my car, urging my muscles to move as my demon stares at me smirking, assuring himself that I will eventually fail. Every step I take towards the car makes me want to take ten back. Yes, I want to turn around and run to my bedroom, hide under my blankets, but I know if I do that, all the process I did till this point will go in vein.

I unlock my car and get in taking a heavy breath. I can do this. I assure myself, again, frightened that I might surrender and crumble all over again.

"Well done, darling. You made it this far without collapsing. Let's see when this new gained fortitude will render."

I ignore him and look straight ahead as I get the engine going. The time has come to prove you wrong, my dear demon. To make you feel weak in front of me instead of the total opposite. I will force him to submit to me and witness my true strength. Only one survivor shall emerge from this merciless game and that must be me.

"How touching!" he mocks. "Prove it to me, darling," he says sarcastically believing that I will eventually fail, but the truth is that there is no possible failure from what I have already reached. I failed so much that failing right at this moment won't be a new failure added to my list. It will only mean one thing and one thing only. My bane.

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Welcome! Welcome, my wonderful readers to my favorite castle. Here is the place where I'm ultimately free and extremely powerful. I created this story as a way for me to escape reality and bury myself in this magnificent world. Hope you enjoyed my very first chapter.

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M.B.Nightingale